Glengreave College

Let's take a pause and I'll make some more cocoa," said Susan.

The winter wind rattled the windows but the building had thick walls and the small room was cosy and warm with the radiator heating. Susan made two more mugs of cocoa and they sat together again. "Now, where were we?" asked Susan.

"Well to be honest," said John feeling more relaxed now and wanting to change the subject, "I was curious about your last comment, saying that you'd had sex with boys and with girls? I mean, I come from a small village, just a few houses, and I've never had sex with anyone apart from what I've just told you."

"Ah, I wondered if you'd ask about that. I suppose, after what you've just told me, it's only fair I tell you."

Susan settled herself back into the comfy sofa. "Well my earliest experience was just childish curiosity, the girl next door was a year older than me and one day she led me into the woods at the back of our houses and we dared each other to pull down our knickers and show each other our fannies and we used our fingers to explore each other. It definitely gave me my first tingly feelings in my fanny. We did it a few more times that summer. It was just childish fun really but very exciting. My first real experience was the summer before I came to this school, just after my 18th birthday, I was on holiday with my parents at the coast. I met a boy on the beach and we got to know each other. He was a few years older and he lived in the town. We got on really well and spent lots of time together.

"One day he took me to his room and told me everyone was out for the day. We were lying on the bed together. We started kissing and he was stroking my hair and I remember it felt amazing. I was a bit shocked when he put his hand on my breast but it felt nice so I didn't stop him. Bit by bit he undid my blouse and then my bra and he started sucking my nipples and I couldn't believe how it felt and I really liked him so I just lay back and let him. Suddenly I felt his hand on my leg pushing my skirt up. I thought I should stop him but the tingly feeling between my legs kept my mouth shut and soon his hand was inside my knickers feeling me up. I thought I'd gone to heaven. I'd been touching myself there since, well ever since my next-door neighbour had touched me there, but it felt so much more exciting having a boy do it. He carried on rubbing me and soon I had an actual orgasm, not my first but my first with somebody else."

Susan paused. She had a sad expression in her eyes as she remembered that day. "I really liked him you know."

"Anyway, after that I noticed him undo his own trousers and suddenly, looking down I saw his, his thing, his cock. I'd never seen one before, well only my little brother's in the bath when we were tiny. This was completely different, it was huge and stiff and I couldn't help looking at it. Then he took my hand and got me to touch it and I remember it was warm and it felt kind of hard on the inside and soft on the outside. He put my fingers around it and showed me how to stroke it up and down. He was a good teacher. He lay on his back and told me since he'd got me off it was my turn to do it to him. I didn't know what to do but I carried on stroking it up and down as he lay on his back. Then he told me to go faster and a moment later he told me to go even faster. My arm was starting to ache but I carried on and suddenly it kind of exploded and all his juice came out. It shot right over his shoulder and some of it even landed on my face. He was breathing really deeply and he leaned over and kissed me and said thank you. I was glowing, not only had he given me an orgasm, then I'd been able to do the same for him, I'd actually touched my first cock. He took a hanky from his pocket and wiped up the juice from his tummy and my face and I noticed his cock was shrinking and soft. I was fascinated."

"We lay together on the bed for a while with the sun shining in the window, just relaxing and I felt so good, like that feeling, being with him, would last forever. But then he started to get amorous with me again, he started kissing me, leaning in over me and squeezing my breast again. Then he lay on top of me and pushed my legs apart and I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, it felt wet and it had got hard again. Then he reached down and directed it between my legs and pushed it into me, into my fanny. I think I knew what was going to happen and thought I should stop him but I didn't want to disappoint him, I liked him so much so I told myself that made it alright."

"Suddenly he pushed it hard and I felt a sharp pain but he said not too worry that would only last a moment and he carried on. My fanny was still wet from earlier and he slid in and the pain stopped and then it felt amazing, like all the heavenly feelings from his fingers but I was being filled up with his cock and he was lying on top of me. I realised this was it, I was no longer a virgin, I was having sex with a lovely boy."

"I put my arms around his neck and closed my eyes and he was pushing it in and out so I opened my legs and pushed back and in just a few moments I had another orgasm but he kept on pushing till I had another one even bigger and it wasn't till I had a third one that he made a loud groan and I felt his juice gushing inside of me. It felt amazing and I felt so in love with him."

John had been listening to the story with growing eyes, picturing the whole scene and imagining what Susan would have looked like half naked and having sex like that. He wasn't going to admit it but he had a raging erection in his trousers. He rearranged himself, pulling his sweater down over his groin. "What happened next?" he asked sheepishly.

"Well we saw each other every day after that and had sex most days till we had to leave. He taught me more about wanking his cock, and even the words 'wanking' and 'cock' were new to me. I was heartbroken when we had to go home but I was sure we were in love with each other and certain we'd be getting married soon after. I wrote to him every day for weeks but he never replied once. I didn't know what to do with myself. And then four weeks later I was here in a completely new school and I suppose I just learned to live with the heartbreak. I guessed that I probably wasn't his first girlfriend, he probably does that to lots of girls away on holiday."

"That sounds awful," said John, "what kind of absolute bastard does that do a girl?". There was another pause then John remarked thoughtfully, "so as you say you've had sex with a girl and with a boy."

"Oh no," said Susan, "that wasn't sex with a girl. That happened here." She took another sip of cocoa. "As I said once I got here I was pretty low and I just got into the new routine. Everything was strange, nothing like being at home. I was in a dormitory of four girls and we became friends and I was getting on alright, beginning to enjoy it and forget about that boy."

"In the second term I started noticing an older girl, very pretty, who always smiled when she saw me, if we passed each other on the way to lessons or in the corridor. One day I was sitting on my bed reading and she passed by the door. She saw me and came in. 'I've been wondering where you lived,' she said with a big smile, 'my name's Joanne', and she sat down beside me. She was very friendly and it made me feel happy."

"She asked me about the book I was reading and we talked a bit and then she had to go, but as she walked out she said in a kind of mysterious voice, 'maybe I'll come and visit you again when you're not expecting'. I just laughed, I thought she was making a joke."

"But a few nights later I was in bed and it was pitch black. The other girls were all asleep and I was, well you know, I was touching myself under my nightie, I told you I've been doing that since I was little. I don't know why I've told you I was doing that but it helps explain what happens next. Suddenly I heard a movement in the room, I head a sound like a towel or something dropping to the floor and I was aware of someone kneeling beside my bed. It was Joanne. She put a finger across my lips and whispered into my ear to be quiet, saying she'd just come to say goodnight. And then she slid into bed beside me and put her arm around me. She whispered into my ear again saying, 'isn't this fun' with a little giggle and she kissed my cheek. It was nice."

"I didn't think anything of it, it was nice to have a friend and it felt naughty in a nice way, breaking the rules. But then she kissed me again on the cheek and put her hand on my breast over my nightie and whispered, 'please don't be shocked, this could be fun'. Of course I knew that some girls in the school had sex with each other, I'd even heard it going on in my dormitory a few times. I just accepted that was what they wanted to do but I never thought of it being for me. So I was surprised to feel her squeezing my breast and even more surprised when her hand went down to my waist to find my nightie hiked up and my fanny naked. If I hadn't just been touching myself I probably would have stopped her but the tingly feelings between my legs let her carry on. She put her hand between my legs and touched me and then whispered another giggle in my ear, 'Oh my, you're wet, you've started without me, that's even better'. And then before I could say no, even if I had been able to whisper such a thing, her fingers were inside me doing exactly what I'd been doing to myself till she arrived. And it felt amazing, even better than the seaside boy."

"Then she took my hand and placed it on her own breast and I realised she was completely naked in bed beside me, it was her nightie I'd heard dropping to the floor earlier. She got me to squeeze her breast and it felt nice and soft, and because it felt like mine, although a bit bigger because mine are quite small, but I kind of naturally knew what to do so I squeezed it and pinched her nipple, which made her gasp. Meanwhile her hand was between my legs. She could feel me open my legs and push my pussy against her hand as she worked on me and she leaned over and this time kissed me right on the lips. I must admit, after the way the boy had treated me I was a bit anti-boys at the time and in contrast Joanne was sweet and friendly and gentle. So when she guided my hand down between her own legs, where she was already wet, I didn't resist and I let my fingers do to her what I would to do myself. It felt weird to be touching another girl's pussy but I knew what to do and I could tell she enjoyed what my fingers were doing inside the folds of her flesh, finding her sweet spot and sometimes slipping insider her warm, wet hole. It felt good to be giving her pleasure and touching her pussy and breasts actually made me horny too. I kept having flashbacks about my next-door neighbour's fanny all those years ago. Maybe my first encounter with my neighbour had given me a desire for women and fannies."

"And so we carried on fingering and stoking and kissing each other like that. After a while I took my on nightie off so we were both totally naked, skin against skin, breast against breast. And it felt more relaxed, less rushed that it had with the boy who just seemed to want to get it over as quickly as possible. With Joanne we took our time. We didn't get much sleep that first wonderful night but we had lots of orgasms and giggles. By morning I think every girl in the dorm knew what had been going on."

"After the boy at the seaside I felt I could trust her. And I was right. We became, for want of a better word, girlfriends. We saw each other almost every day and often slept together. It only ended when she completed her third year and left school. We still write. She's living in London doing bookkeeping at a bank. But we had a great time. She taught me the joys of loving-sex and oral sex and..."

"What sex?" interrupted John.

"What sex?" exclaimed Susan. "You've never heard of oral sex? No, I suppose you haven't. It means using your mouth, licking and sucking each other's pussy, or cock I suppose with a man. It feels incredible and it's very sexy. You really should try it sometime."

"Chance would be a fine thing," said John. "I suppose that's what Miss Gambatti was doing with Mr Christos. But I hope I get to do it with a woman not a man thank you very much."

"You see," said Susan, "you're not a homosexual."